THE SALARY AND EMOTIONAL TARTERA
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Canada .50 Desert Eagle
"man, how long?!, How strange!" You take this train every day?! "
"hello how are you?, No, is that the settings in my company, I have changed the schedule and now entered o'clock," he replied.
"Oh, and what this all?"
"Well, well, there is the issue to take rockets, but I can not complain!"
"and why?" I pointed out a small briefcase black, square and very cute, is that you go away? "Questioned.
"nooooo, the food, now and in the enterprise. We have a lounge with a microwave and a few stools, and as they work more hours .... I save the menu. We are not to leave the restaurant. "
" ya, ya, well then, that I lied. That saves you, and they do not have to put anyone eating with you ... "
" But I would rather eat with someone. Get up and plantarte a piece of paper towel as a tablecloth, a spagettis recalentarte and a chicken breast and zampartela silent, with nothing to watch, or talk or distract ....", confessed.
"good, something good have. "
" Nothing. It turns out that with the restructuring, the policy of silence and isolation, fear of riots, and other ... was what I call my diet. " I was sentenced to "pie in silence." I cleared the tastiest part of my work interact with the rest of the squad. Come on, that machine to the pan and the pan to the machine .... exciting!, As adelganzando imaginas.Estoy will not see me talking to the microwave. "
I silence. Do not know what to say. The picture was
so pathetic ... "and what have you done?" I went to the pass.
"At first, I bought a newspaper or magazine. But see me there alone ... with dancing leaves my hands ... that what we did not cover not nearly what I had evaporated. "
nodded to continue talking.
" Look, the feeling of belonging a team, having colleagues in the gigs, share ideas, concerns and findings of the task each day, encourage someone, listen to their problems, offer to do a shift change to help you, encourage you when you're low morale, the feeling that you're building something with someone, many someones ... communicate to all incidents, or aspects of improvement .... That is priceless, and is invaluable to the worker who was left alone with his lunch box. "
" I have removed the hiccups, "I said.
smiled," you, you can still speaks of it .
emotional wage that variable remuneration is composed of non-economic concepts, to meet the needs of personal, family and professional staff in order to improve the overall quality of life of himself and his entorno.Se associated with a customized concept not pay money, ie, with a remuneration model individually designed and tailored to the specific needs of each visitor, known as "wage a la carte. "One of the goals of the wage is to get emotional satisfaction of employees goes beyond corporate relationships and create emotional bonds.
That's nothing.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Scabies Pathophysiology Diagram
The Sacrifice.
She has withdrawn into silence, but only your voice.
be forced to do, travel, meet him, and fulfill their part of the covenant, their social commitment familiar.Firmar and stay there and away. Arriving
has to leave his soul, his piano on the beach. Terrible slaughter, incomparable with what comes next.
music Sometimes I am drunk, drunk me, makes me lose track of time, do not feel anything other than the notes, the silences, I suffer the ups and downs of pitch, rhythm, volume ... I surrender .
Somehow, I lock myself as the protagonist in the silence. I am leaving my soul at the beach view of the waves, and catching her breath to return to playing the piano keys. Feeling the heat and the flow of blood when someone about what I left behind. Suffering the consequences of my fate, amputation of fingers, the torture of the soul silenced. Contemplating how the piano is dipped into the sea as punishment, deciding to die with him.
Then I open my eyes because I'm still alive, with all my fingers, listening to The Sacrifice.
All passion and emotion. Sacrificio.Me
ask what was the piano that I left on the beach?
all have a piano, because the silent and we have to sacrifice.
sacrifice, a word rarely used today.
The Sacrifice.
The piano.
She has withdrawn into silence, but only your voice.
be forced to do, travel, meet him, and fulfill their part of the covenant, their social commitment familiar.Firmar and stay there and away. Arriving
has to leave his soul, his piano on the beach. Terrible slaughter, incomparable with what comes next.
music Sometimes I am drunk, drunk me, makes me lose track of time, do not feel anything other than the notes, the silences, I suffer the ups and downs of pitch, rhythm, volume ... I surrender .
Somehow, I lock myself as the protagonist in the silence. I am leaving my soul at the beach view of the waves, and catching her breath to return to playing the piano keys. Feeling the heat and the flow of blood when someone about what I left behind. Suffering the consequences of my fate, amputation of fingers, the torture of the soul silenced. Contemplating how the piano is dipped into the sea as punishment, deciding to die with him.
Then I open my eyes because I'm still alive, with all my fingers, listening to The Sacrifice.
All passion and emotion. Sacrificio.Me
ask what was the piano that I left on the beach?
all have a piano, because the silent and we have to sacrifice.
sacrifice, a word rarely used today.
The Sacrifice.
The piano.
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